(Not that the basset hounds care about such things, which are beyond their dim comprehension. They kept howling at the living room window at noon when a friend visited, ignoring the fact that he had parked his car, had rung the doorbell, had come inside, and was talking to me in plain sight behind them. I should hire a watch-dog to guard them when I'm out.)
As for my rehab, apart from a therapist pulling on my arm and the damned dynamic splint, the exercises are just tedious and tiring.
And the splint doesn't even hurt my elbow--what hurts is where the jaws of the splint press so hard on my forearm and biceps that my fingers start to go numb in the last ten minutes, just like a leg going to sleep on a sharp-edged chair.
